Kurt didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure if he should just avoid his teacher, or face him. He was afraid that Blaine would say something that would hurt him, or that Blaine hated him. He wanted to cry right there and then, but he knew he couldn't. Not on his first day back and in front of his new teacher, who he had a massive crush on. He didn't want to embarrass himself further. He ignored Rachel, who again was blabbering on about something that didn't interest him. He only looked up when he realized that his teacher was calling on him for something.
He leaned over and whispered to Rachel "what did he ask me?"
"He needs to know about your vocal range so he could give us assignments that fit our voices" she said smiling at him. Kurt sneered, knowing that Blaine clearly knew his singing abilities as he had heard him the other night.
"Oh, um I believe it's called a Countertenor. My vocal range is between an A5 and a Bb5 approximately. I only know this because Rachel told me so" Kurt wasn't trying to sound like a douchebag, but a few of the students stared back at him and gave him glaring looks of disapproval.
"Oh really? Would you like to prove it? Because three octaves is highly unheard of. Maybe this could be a learning opportunity for your fellow students" Mr. Anderson said, raising an eyebrow at him and smirking a little. looked incredibly sexy, at least Kurt thought he did. He couldn't say no to his teacher who was flirting with him, afterall, it would've been incredibly rude of him. After warming up his vocal chords, and clearing his throat a few times, he stood up, with his head held high and sang the lowest note he could sing. He gradually sang up to an A5 which made some of the students who had sensitive ears cringe, and wrinkle their faces. Just as Kurt was about to sit down, the bell rang. But Kurt didn't follow Rachel to her next class.
"Yeah, I just have some questions to ask him, you go ahead without me, I'll get a late pass to Trig." Kurt called out to Rachel, who was already walking out the door and heading to her next class.
The door slammed as Quinn Fabray and Tina Cohen-Chang left the room. Luckily, the auditorium doors had no windows, so they didn't have to worry about being seen together. Kurt dropped his stuff, and slowly approached , as he now had to call him. He was really embarrassed and blushing so much he looked redder than ever. He could feel sweat begin to fall from his forehead. He was too nervous to talk to Blaine, but he knew that if he didn't do it now, he never would get the chance to.
"Well, I'm glad to see such an amazing singer is one of my students. You know, your voice is impressive. But I have a feeling you need some work on the higher notes, I could see you getting nervous during your performance" Mr. Anderson said, trying to keep it together, but the sweat on his hands was becoming more obvious.
"I've been working on it for a while. But I'm up for private lessons if that's what you were going to ask me" Kurt said, his voice became higher as he got neevous, which didn't help.
"Yea, I just have to check my schedule..." He trailed off as he looked at his calander "... Crap, looks like I've got to run glee club, once a week, work with the theater kids on the play on Wednesdays, Tuesdays I have yoga, and Thursdays are teacher meetings. Sorry. I'm not after school on Fridays, but I have an apartment that isn't too far away, and I'm sure it wouldn't be a big deal if you stopped by every once and a while for lessons" Blaine told him, as he flashed a smile and looked up at him, staring into Kurt's gorgeous glasz eyes.
"Th-that sounds good" Kurt stumbled over his words, and was starting to get sweaty.
"Is it hot in here?" Blaine asked Kurt, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt to cool himself off. Kurt could only stare at his chest, and it was goving him a crazy urge to kiss his teacher right then and there. But he couldn't, he had to get to his next class.
"It is now" Kurt blushed.
"You know, as crazy as it is to have you as my student, I'm pretty lucky to have such talented students" Blaine was flirting with Kurt, even though Kurt wasn't sure if he was or wasn't. even though he was glad that Blaine wasn't even mad at him, but was rather enthralled, he had to get to his next class before Rachel suspected anything.
"Can you sign me a pass to my next class?" Kurt said handing a pen to Blaine, Kurt's fingers tingled as their fingers brushed up against each other during the exchange of the pen. It was an odd feeling, but Kurt knew that if he already felt this way about him, he couldn't imagine how Blaine felt.
"Do you have to go?" Blaine whined, knowing that he would have to go all day without seeing Kurt, even though he'd see him in glee club later.
"Yea, I don't want Rachel to expect that anything a going on" Kurt told him, running his fingers through his hair. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
having fun with your teacher? You better tell your little secret to your friend or these pictures will be seen by everyone in school -A
underneath the text was not one but two different pictures of him and Blaine at the karaoke bar, in one of which they were making out seductively. In the other one, Blaine had his lips on Kurt's neck, and Kurt had his mouth open. Kurt gasped at the sight of the pictures, and didn't even know what to make of it. He was in utter and complete shock. Blaine stared at him and handed him the slip of paper and pen.
"What's wrong Kurt, you seem upset?" Blaine asked, feeling concerned about Kurt.
"It's nothing, really" Kurt responded hastily, taking the pen and slip and placing them into his bag. 'How did they find these? Aren't there supposed to be no windows and no cameras in bathrooms for a reason?' Kurt thought to himself panicking. He rushed to gym and it wasn't even as late as he thought it would be. He unzipped his backpack and gave the slip to his teacher. He sat down next to Rachel on the bleachers, since they didn't really have class today. Kurt decided that he would wait until glee club to tell Rachel what was going on, but in the mean time, he worried about who this 'A' was and how they knew about him and Blaine.
It was finally Friday afternoon, and Kurt couldn't wait to see Blaine's apartment. He drove home from school first, and told his parents he was going to hang out with Rachel. He got in his car and turned on the radio, after turning the key in the ignition. He buckled up his seatbelt, as to not hurt himself, and he was off to see Blaine in no time. But when he turned on the radio, the strangest thing happened. He could've sworn he heard Katy Perry's Teenage Dream playing. That was the song Kurt had heard Blaine singing when he walked into the Karaoke bar about a week ago. He smiled, remembering how amazing Blaine's voice had sounded, and how beautiful his smile was. He couldn't help but sing along, while keeping his eyes on the road. He didn't realize how close Blaine's apartment was to his house, because when he got there, the song had just ended. He found a parking spot, and navigated his way up to where Blaine's apartment was. He knocked on the door with a 3b in gold plating on it. He heard footsteps walking towards the door before it opened.
The doorknob turned on the outside as the door was being opened. A hot young man appeared from behind the door, his name was Blaine Anderson.
"Hey Kurt, glad you could make it!" Blaine said, not realizing that he had wrapped his arms around Kurt. Who didn't object to the squeezing and comforting feeling of his teacher's strong arms. He gave in and hugged him back. The hug didn't last very long, and Blaine was clearly embarrassed as he looked down and rubbed the back of his own neck. Once they were inside, Kurt could see that his apartment was actually bigger than he had imagined it being. There was a very expensive, and well taken care of piano in one corner, which Kurt had assumed Blaine could play.
"You play piano?" Kurt asked.
"Yea, you wanna hear something?" Blaine asked, walking over to the piano. He sat down on the bench then pl aces his fingers over the keys of the piano. He tried to think of a good song to play, when he remembered he knew how to play "Piano Man" by Billy Joel. He moved his fingers around in the keys, and started to play the intro of the song, before he opened his mouth to sing. 'I can't even believe he's in my class let alone in my apartment, I must be really lucky to have found a cute and talented young singer' Blaine thought to himself, getting distracted by Kurt's beautiful eyes, and his cute toothless smile that was more of a grin. Blaine started singing the song, that he remembered very well from when he first learned to play it a few years ago.
It's nine o'clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his tonic and gin.
Blaine's fingers glided across the piano keys beautifully, and his voice, deeper than Kurt's, was still very beautiful and made Kurt feel waves of pleasure wash over him just listening to Blaine playing the piano and singing to him, and just to him.
He says Son can you play me a memory?
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's sad and ita sweet and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes.
La la la de de da
La la de de da da da
Sing us a song your the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright
Kurt was admiring Blaine as he sang beautifully, he just stared at him in awe.
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone
The piano sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say "Man, what are you doin' here?"
Oh la la la de de da
la la de de da da dum
Sing us a song your the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a melody
And you've got us feelin' alright.
Kurt clapped for Blaine, after he finished, causing Blaine to become bright red in the face.
"Stop it, you're better than me." Blaine told him.
"No I'm not, your voice is so much sexier than mine is" Kurt said, moving over to the bench to sit next to Blaine. Kurt's fingers grazed along Blaine's as he put his hand on the bench. Blaine instinctively grabbed Kurt's hand, and place his other hand onto of Kurt's shoulder. They leaned towards each other, and kissed one another gently, closing their eyes. Kurt pulled Blaine closer to him, and deepened their kiss. Blaine pulled apart, realizing they were about to fall off, and took Kurt's hand, leading him to Blaine's bed which was in a seperate room in the back.
"Don't you think this is better?" Blaine asked, giving Kurt a light peck on the lips
. "Much" Kurt whispered.
both of them were getting turned on, and felt the need to rub their hands all over each other's bodies.
(...to be continued )
* Hey! Thanks for reading my story, I hope you guys like it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! I'd love feedback, and the higher the vote count is for the story, the quicker I'll put up another chapter, and since tommorrow is my last day of school(YAY) I'll have more time to write for you guys :D please leave feedback if you have any! I really appreciate it!
